Born and raised in Georgia, Beth appreciated a man who knew how to treat a lady. To her, it wasn't sexism, it was simply being polite. It was proof that his mama had raised him right.
She smiled, and took his hand as she got out of the jeep. It was quite a large step, and she was a small girl, even if she was tougher than she looked.
She looked up at him adoringly once she was on the ground, and didn't let go of his hand. Holding hands in public was nice. And she wanted to do it.
"I was so scared to tell you because I thought it would ruin everything."